Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 20:11:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Teen Brian - Chapter 4

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Hot Teen Brian (and his Boys) - Chapter 4
by Steve Storyman
stevestoryman@yahoo.com  (text only)

Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman
January 12, 2005

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NOTE:  This is about a 17-year-old boy and his antics with
younger guys.  Older males will join Brian from time to time.
The story continues well past the main character (Brian's)
18th birthday.  The list of Brian's friends (anywhere from
pre-teen to 15 or so) will grow as the story progresses.
MOST ACTION:  13-19 age range.
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Four people in Brian's house right now:

Brian Amesly, 17
Matthew Brighton, 14
Peter Zunk, 18
Michael Kinny, 13

Full list of stories at end of chapter.
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CHAPTER 4
Just when Michael said, 'What was that?' it hit me--what he'd
said about blowing Kevin Adams, 'He begs for it,' Michael had
said.

NOW, I had a plan within a plan.  But first I had to answer
Michael's question.  And I had to get back to Matthew.  This
would be perfect.

"I'm not sure WHAT that was, Michael, sexy little Michael," I
said, in all honesty, and grinning like crazy at him.

He blushed badly.  My cock throbbed, just saying that to him.

"Um--uh, wow, you think I'm sexy, not just hot?"  The poor boy.
What did he think the word 'hot' meant?

"Oh no," I said, "you're definitely BOTH!"  It wasn't MY job to
tell him the words were the same.

My computer was right there, all booted up, complete with webcam.
I initialized the cam and aimed it at him.

"Stand at attention, Michael!  I'm going upstairs to check out
that noise.  I'm going to test your manhood when I get back.  I'm
not on line, but I am recording a video of you."

"Um, I don't know about--"

"Don't worry, I'll let you delete the file yourself, later."

"Okay," Michael said, standing beautifully at attention.

"No, Michael, face the CAMERA."  Maybe he wasn't as smart as I'd
thought.  Or was he?  He did have a cute ass.

"Do you promise not to move, and stay at attention?"

"I promise," he said, with his cute, slightly lopsided grin.

This time I WAS recording.  I wanted to tie him up, but time was
running out.  I was excited now--three hot guys in the house
wanting me to suck them off, and who knows what else.  I almost
hated to leave Michael, but duty called--Matt was waiting.

Only then did it strike me that the groan was too deep to be
Matt's voice.  It was PETER!

Upstairs, when I opened the door to the spare room, I was greeted
with a full spectrum of sensual pleasures.  The scent of dick and
balls and fresh sweat hardened my cock to its fullest.  The sight
of Peter--more sweaty and disheveled now, his face showing the
signs of his ordeal, worn, haggard almost--filled me with tingles
of pleasure and excitement.

Here was a cute, horny 18-year-old, sitting on a hard wooden
chair, tied to it and handcuffed, edged and denied not just
orgasm, but denied the use of his hands to help himself out of
his problem--a man-sized erection that had spewed out enough
pre-cum to make a small lake on the chair.  And no way to even
scratch it.  And his hair was all matted like a wrestler's.
I was so glad that I had those handcuffs earlier.

And his cock!  Anyone else would have gone soft and given up.
But not Peter.  Peter would die before he'd give up his edging,
waiting hours sometimes before getting off.  And His cock looked
as if it had been through hell and ready to burst--dark red,
long, thick, throbbing.  But his eyes had a glow--defeated, but
clinging to a ray of hope.

"You fucking, cock-sucking bastard," Peter said softly, in a
raspy, desperate low voice that spoke subtly of immense sexual
frustration.  He was nearly broken.  He would have been totally
broken were it not for his incredible sex drive and his cock,
starving for attention, keeping his hopes alive--not to mention
his obvious lust for Matthew.

"Hey, I always like a good greeting.  Same to you, Peter."

"Fuck," he said softly.  He was either giving up, or gearing up
for an attack.

"Oh, MATT'S still here, by the way."  There was something in
Peter's face that made me say it with a smile--sweetly, calmly.
I paused, wanting the silence to help him focus on his own
thoughts and emotions.

"Okay, wait--I'm sorry, Brian," he said, "Fuck!  Look--forgive
me, okay?"

Peter Zunk?  Asking forgiveness?  I hid my reaction well.  But,
had I gone too far, leaving Peter tied up for over an hour?  Had
I damaged him somehow?

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Good.  Forgive you?  Why?  Are you giving up--taking your studly
cock off the field and going home?"

That was the LAST thing I wanted Peter to do, but I think I said
the right thing to this hunky guy, starved for male approval.

"FUCK!" he said, suddenly animated, his voice saturated with
aching want.  When he turned in his chair, pre-cum splashed off
his dick.

I guess I succeeded in re-lighting his fire.  But I stood,
calmly, with a weak smile, staring at him.

I watched him tense--the pause a thick fog in the air, heavy,
potent, demanding.  Peter sweated furiously now.

I was silent.

"Okay I failed the FUCKING TEST!"

This was good!

"Not till I untie you.  Is that what you want?" I said gently,
walking over to him.  I saw no signs of cum, and there was no way
for him to wipe it up or hide it.

No answer.  Another pause.  Longer.  Was he that unsure?  Did he
really think getting out of 'my plan' was an option?  Had I
misjudged Peter the hunk?  I had to know.  But I waited.  I
looked into those hot, pale-brown eyes, and knew he wanted to
stay in the game or die.  But if I was wrong, I had to speak now.
I had to beat him to it.

"I won't think that much less of you, Peter, if you wanted me to
get you off or untie you."

"Fuck, no!  I was just teasing, man.  I can take this. . . . . .
. . . Hell, no sweat dude."

"Are you sure?"  He was trembling.

"Fuckin-A, I'm sure."  But his voice lost its edge.  I had him
now.

"Then you'll take the full test?"

"Yeah," he said, cock bouncing as if to shout for attention.

"Good," I said, grinning eagerly, and slipping my mouth on his
cock, taking as much of the length as I could.

"Urrrrghhhhhh!  Fuck.  SHIT!"

As I slipped my mouth off, I blew air on the hot flesh.

"Fuck, Fu--"  He caught himself and stopped short.  His eyes
snapped up to meet mine.  Then he smiled.  That was Peter--always
trying to grab control, but never quite getting it.

"I want this to be good for you, Peter.  VERY good," I said,
pointing to the peephole that we drilled earlier, "but I don't
want to be responsible for a good friend's case of blue balls.
I hope you know by now that I care about you.  So, if you need to
get off--"

"No," he said stoically--with me looking up at him, the tip of
his dick an inch from my lips.

"Good.  See ya later, Peter."  I gave that nice cock one more
gigantic lick.

"Ahhhh!"

Here I was again, on the path to open the door to my room.  What
I saw gave me a heart-stopping shock.  Matthew was asleep.
'The poor kid,' I thought.

Then I remembered from a few weeks ago, Matt told me he has
trouble sleeping at night.  The sweet 14-year-old was zonked.
Even his cock had gone down a little.

What's the expression?  'Leave sleeping dudes lay?'  Matt's
sleeping was going to work out well for me and Michael.

I walked down the concrete basement stairs quietly, and peeked in
on Michael.  Who says kids aren't honest?  There he was, standing
at rigid attention, just as we'd agreed.

I crept back up the stairs silently, and made a noise at the
basement door.  That way, he wouldn't see me suddenly appear in
the basement, and know I'd snuck up on him.  I went down the
steps noisily.

"Good boy, Mikey!  Very nice attention stance."  The sexy little
13-year-old was cute as hell.

"What was that noise, before?"

Shit!  I'd forgotten about that.  I had to think fast.

"Oh--haha!  You won't believe it.  I'm painting a bookshelf.  Had
books under one end of it, to tilt it up.  I left a paint can on
one of the shelves.  It didn't slide off, so I left it.  The can
finally let go and slid to the other end of the shelf, fell off,
and rolled."

"I never would've guessed that.  Sounded like a person."

"Yeah, it really did!  Like I said, that's a nice stance you're
holding."

I do well under pressure, I thought.

"Thanks."

The whole time that I'd been away from Michael, I thought of what
he'd said about Kevin Adams, the kid he was blowing, 'He begs me
for it.'

That meant a 15-year-old was begging a 13-year-old, and for sex,
no less.  This had a multitude of interesting implications about
Kevin.  Is Kevin submissive?  He's such an athlete.

'Stranger things are possible,' I thought.  Then again, Peter
Zunk is an athlete.

Or did this mean Michael was at the helm?  Did this sweet little
13-year-old have older kids eating out of his hand?  Was Michael
getting off on saying 'no' to blowing another boy, to make him
beg?

If so, I had met my match.  Thoughts came in a blur.  I had an
idea that would help me turn Michael's assertiveness to my
advantage.

And Michael stayed at attention, even after I arrived in the
basement and we talked.  That had me wondering.

"You're welcome," I said with a huge grin, "And how do you know
to stand at attention in such good form?"

"Oh, that's easy.  My dad's in the army."

"Ah.  But--I see him coming home every night in a suit."

"He got promoted."

"Where does he work?"

"I can't tell you.  I can't tell anyone."

"Okay, no problem."  Damn, this was intriguing.

"Can I sit down now?" Michael asked.

"Hmm, let me think about that," I said, taking a seat on the
couch, facing a standing Michael.

I leaned forward just a little.  My lips were now an inch from
the bouncing tip of his little bone.

"Gee," I said, talking to his dick as if it understood me
separately from Michael's brain, "how did you stay hard, big
guy?"  I grinned, looking up at Mikey.

Then, in a falsetto, I played the part of his dick, "Oh, Mr.
Brian, that's just the way I am.  My owner is a really horny kid
named Michael."

That got Michael out of his attentive stance.  I had charmed the
boy, and we both laughed ourselves to the floor.  I reached out
to him.

To my surprise, Michael jumped away from my touch and scrambled
to a standing position.

"Sorry, sir," he said, blushing profusely.

Did Michael say 'sir?'  Did I hear him right?  Damn, I was going
to need a bigger brain to handle all this input!  But was Michael
serious?  Or just joking?  I remembered that Matt had said 'sir,'
and I wondered where he got that from.

Could it be that Matt hung around Michael's house, and picked up
on Michael's behavior?  If so, 14-year-old Matt was even more
malleable that I'd thought.

"At ease, boy!" I said, with a very serious face.  Now Michael
realized I was playing.

"Thank you SIR!"  He grinned.

"I like it," I said, once I had returned to my seat, with
Michael's dick about a foot away from my face, this time.

"The way I talk?"

"That, too--but THIS," I said, licking the tip of his cock.

"AHHHH!" he screamed, crumpling to the floor, instantly out of
breath.

I pulled him up by his hairless armpits.

"Everything okay?"

"Um, yeah," he said, truly humiliated, "Sorry, I get that way
sometimes."

He was 13 years old, and apologizing for having a sensitive dick?
Or was he playing with my head?  I had a good plan for finding
out.

"Change places with me," I said, getting up.  I slipped off my
clothes, with Michael watching intently.  It was obvious Michael
liked having me naked.  My boner agreed with him.

"Okay," he said with his big, little-boy smile.  My cock was near
his face.

Not for long.  In a split-second, my cock was in his mouth--he'd
just shoved his head forward, taking me in.  So much for my plan.

"Oh, Michael, AHH!  Geez!!"  He was good.

I was close to blowing my load.  I didn't want to come, and I
didn't want to jerk away or just shove the kid.

"Stop, Michael, okay?  I want to save it for later."

Immediately, his arms went around my waist.  He was stubborn.
And strong.  He had an iron hold on my butt.  I could not get
loose from his grip without hurting him.  And I wasn't about to
hurt or upset him.

"Uhhhhhghhhhh!"  It was no use, I shot his little mouth full of
essence of Brian.  Man, did Michael make my cock sizzle!

I leaned forward, with my hands on his shoulders, panting away.
What a mouth the kid had!

"Oh, God!" Michael said, as his hand went to his cock.

Still breathless, I pulled his hand off.  "Oh, no.  Not yet."

"Huh?" he said, all nervous and shaky.  "But--"

"I thought you wanted a blow job."

"Well, yeah, but--"

"Trust me," I said, studying his eyes carefully for clues.

He trusted me.  His open grin was my answer.

"I trust you--more than you know," Michael said, making me
wonder, 'Just how complex is this boy?'

I let that one go.  "You're good," I said, touching my cock for
emphasis.

"Thanks," he said, grinning again.  "Was it the best you had?"

"Honestly, yes."  And it was.  "Why'd you blow me, all of a
sudden like that?"

Now came a huge blush.  Michael squirmed, charming me like no
other boy had.  "On the phone, I asked Matt if he got to blow
you.  He said you wouldn't let him.  So I wanted to beat him to
it."

"Oh!" I shouted, grinning, "I like the way you think, Michael!"

Matt said I wouldn't LET him?  Oh, man, wait till I get back
upstairs, I thought.

"Thanks," Michael cooed, grinning nicely.

Then I realized I had to change my approach with this kid if I
was going to succeed with the manhood test.

"Did you ever spank anyone?"

Michael's eyes got wide.  He gulped.

"Yeah . . . I spanked my cousin."

"How did that come up?" I said softly.

"Um," he said, shrugging, "I thought of it and I dared him."

He admitted it!  Oh, I was going to love this kid.  But where did
he get the idea from?  That's what I really wanted to know.

"How'd you think of spanking your cousin?"

"My dad."

I almost fell off my seat.  "Your dad?  Really, wow."  If he
tells me he spanked his dad, then I was all wrong about the kid's
honesty.  (Turned out his dad wasn't involved at all, but it WAS
freaky to have him mentioned now.)

"What happened with him?"

"When I was real little, not now, he used to spank me, but it
never really hurt.  So I liked it after a while . . . well . . .
when he wasn't mad at me."

"Wow, that's cool," I said, hoping to boost his ego enough to
relax him, or excite him into telling me more.

"Sometimes he spanked you when he wasn't mad--for no reason?"

"No.  Mom used to yell at him if he spanked me when he was mad."

"Oh, I see.  Sounds like you got a cool mom."

His face fell.  Ooops!  Wrong thing to say--'mom' could be a bad
subject.

"She's okay, I guess.  We get along."

"Do you wanna spank me?" I said, changing the subject quickly.

"Yeah."

My brain said letting him spank me would give him control, and I
didn't want that.  My other head wanted to try it.

"Cool."  I had to say more.  I was reaching for words.  "Who else
did you spank?"

"I don't think I should say," he said, calm but embarrassed.

"Oh.  Well--that's okay, Mikey.  You need to have your secrets,
I guess.  But . . . well, you did say you trusted me, and . . .
I just thought we'd be friends, that's all."

"Well . . . okay.  I spanked Kevin."

"Way cool, Michael!  Did Kevin ask for it?"

"Not really," he said with a deepening blush, "I um . . . told
him I . . . "

He hesitated so much I thought he would quit on me.

"You told him if he wanted a blow job, you'd have to spank him
first?"

"How'd you KNOW?!"

"I just guessed, really," I said casually.  It was time for a
whole new plan, one I was eager to put in place.

"No you didn't!"  The boy was sharp.

"No, I didn't.  You're right.  I could feel it--I could see it in
you," I said with an air of mystery.  That should arouse his
interest.

"Wow!"  He smiled.

"Have you ever been spanked, Michael?"

"Yeah."

I expected a blush, but I got the oddest look from him.  I
couldn't read it.  He intrigued me, just as I'd thought he would,
only better.  But I was in trouble--I couldn't read him now.

"By your mom or your dad?"

"No--well, I told you about my dad."

"Do you want to tell me who, then?"

"Yeah, I guess.  Kevin spanked me."

The kid's been busy with Kevin.

I wanted to know why, but Michael looked to be at the end of his
tolerance for my probing.  Man!  I gotta get Kevin over here.

I gave Michael my best reassuring smile.

"So you guys spanked each other!  I think that's pretty cool."
I didn't know WHAT to think of it, but this sounded good to me.

"Yeah," Michael said.

"How did that come up?"

"He said it was only fair because I spanked HIM."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not really."

"Do you like to be spanked?"

"Well, yeah, sometimes--Only if the kid is strong," Michael said.

This was too good!  My heart was pounding.  It seemed almost
impossible that this 13-year-old kid had so much sex--even more
fabulous that he was into spanking, too.

"Strong?  You like it really hard?"

"I mean strong the other way.  You know . . . bossy."

"Dominating?"

"Yeah--something like that," he said.

"Was KEVIN bossy?"

"No way!"  Well, that answered that question.  Kevin is
submissive.

"That's cool," I said.

"I'd let YOU spank me."

"Really?" I said excitedly.

"Yeah . . . but I really hafta come!"

"Do you need to come BEFORE I spank you?" I said, challenging
him, knowing what he was likely to say.

"No, I can wait.  I can control it," he said, tightening his
mouth a little.

Bingo!

This was getting better and better.  There he was, Michael the
cutest little fucking 13-year-old studlet I'd ever met; and
Michael the 'man,'--doing his utmost to put his best image
forward.  But not like Peter does.  Michael spoke from his heart,
not his ego.

Maybe Michael couldn't control it now, but he really wanted to.
And sometimes I think when a guy wants to be something, bad
enough, and tries, he can make it happen if he keeps trying.

Now I had to take a BIG chance.

"Why do you like to be spanked?  Don't you think it's unusual for
a nice young kid like you to want that?" I said, speaking from
the heart, hoping I wasn't putting too much pressure on Michael.

"Yeah," he said, giggling again, "I think it's really weird.
That's why I like it."

That couldn't be the reason.

"You think it's weird?"

"Yeah."

"But that's not really why you like it, right?"

"Yeah.  I like it 'cause it makes my dick bounce and get hard--as
long as it doesn't hurt really bad--and 'cause it's weird, too."

"I see," I said, dying to know who 'he' was.  "Kevin again?"

"Yeah.  But I only let him do it so I can spank HIM."

"Okay.  Sounds fair."

"Do YOU think I'm weird?" Michael asked, his voice going high,
almost a squeak at the end of his sentence.

"No, Michael, I think you're perfect, just the way you are."
As I listened to myself say that, I knew it came out wrong.

"No bull?"

"Look, I'm into spanking too," I said.

"Yeah, I figured--you talk about it a lot."

"Okay," I said to Michael, a new sub-plot coming to mind, "What
would you rather do, right now--get spanked, or suck a hot guy?"

"Hmm," he said, up for the challenge, "If it was you, I'd wanna
do both."

"Which would you do first, spank or suck?"

"Not sure, I guess."

"How hard do you like it?" I said, taking Michael by the arm to a
standing position.

"How hard?" he said with a curious grin, "Oh, yeah!  I'll . . .
let you know if it's too hard."

Damn, this kid was more complex that I would've dreamed.

"Okay.  Bend over, hands on the couch."

"Yes, sir."

TWO guys now, calling me sir!

"Stay in position, I'll get my paddle."

No answer.  I waited for the big objection, which never came.

"Did you hear me, boy?"

"Yes, sir.  Okay."

I started with the force I'd used on Matt, the last time.

WHAP.

"I can hardly feel that."

"Okay."

WHACK!

"How's that?"

"Harder.  I'll tell you when I can't take it," Michael said,
almost arrogantly, but not quite.

I let him have it.

SMMAAAAAACK!

No complaint.  I was going to ask if he was sure about this, but
now I knew better.

WWWAHHHAACKKKK!

"Okay, that's about the max," Michael said, making sexy grunting
sounds.

"You got it, Mikey."  I thought three more would be good enough.

WWWAHHHAACKKKK!  WWWAHHHAACKKKK!  WWWAHHHAACKKKK!

"Uhhh," came a low moan.

I dropped the paddle so he would know I was stopping.  His ass
was red.  No welts--but red.

"You're a pretty strong kid.  Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, some.  But . . . it felt good, too."

"Good boy," I said, boned and shocked to the core, but smiling.

I rubbed his cute butt--hard.  That would test him, I thought.
But he never flinched.

"It hurts a little now, but I like it.  If it hurts just right
when I sit down, it makes me hard."

Keeps him hard, I'm sure he meant.

"Stand up now, Michael.  Let me see your dick."

"Sure!  It needs something," he said, standing, with his lopsided
smile enticing me, and his finger touching his cock so gently.

He wasn't lying--he was still hard.  Shit, if I'd really hurt
him, no way would he be hard.

My finger joined his on his dick for a moment.  It was burning up
with heat.

"Okay, Michael, I want you to think about this.  If you could
pick only one, getting a blow job now, or sucking a boy, RIGHT
NOW, what would you pick?"

"Depends who it is.  I'd suck him if I thought he was a hunk--and
16, maybe."

"But you need to come so bad.  It's obvious."

"Yeah, but I can always jack off."

The kid really did have control.

"Okay, Michael.  You're a kid I could fall in love with," I said.

Now here was a Michael grin to beat all.

"In love?" he said, with a calm look--a look of intelligent
curiosity, maybe.

I didn't want to see that cute look turn to fear.

"Well, I mean--if you proposed to me," I said with a straight
face.

"Like THIS?" he said, dropping down on one knee, and giggling
himself to the floor.

"YES.  Exactly like that."

"Okay.  When I'm ready, I will."

"You're cuter than you know," I said.

Then Michael did something I'll never forget--leaned in and
hugged me.  "I could fall in love with you, Brian.  If I could
move out on my own, I would."

Holy shit!  There was no comeback to that.  All I could do was
hug him back and wait for the moment to pass.

"Hey, Michael," I said, having discovered he preferred Michael to
Mikey, "Sit down with me."

"Do you wanna kiss me?" he said.

Geez!  He was full of surprises.

"Yes."  Who could say no to him?  But I had a feeling he was
going to kiss me, for some reason.

At first I thought he'd changed his mind, his head approached
mine so slowly.  But then our lips touched.

Soft, soft, he was, pressing so gently, and I let it happen,
welcoming him to me, his warm, soft lips new and fresh.  I drew
him in to me, my heart and penis pounding with the tight anxious
sexual feel of him, his heartbeat taking on the rhythm of my cock
But then it stopped being me--stopped being Brian inviting
Michael in--it was Michael now, pressing in, pushing his
intoxicating mouth and body into mine.  He had taken over, and I
was under his exotic spell, a spell I was sure he didn't know
existed.  And Michael soon had me squirming in response to his
passion.

I was lost in him; he'd succeeded in turning my brain off, and my
body on.  I was all lust--unaware of my hands, my lips, now.  The
gentle boy's kiss took me somewhere.  Eventually, it took Michael
somewhere very powerful.

"Take it," he screamed, throwing himself back on the seat,
holding his cock suggestively, a dot of white at its tip.

I needed no further hint, and slid my mouth over his hot little
thing.  I felt the heat of his young cum--a manly flow, not hard
shots, not voluminous--a nice warm lump of Michael, all my own.
My cock jumped when I swallowed it.

It took the boy several minutes to recover.  When he could speak
again, he was still heaving with breaths.

"That was . . . the best . . . kiss," he said, breathlessly.

"Yes.  If you only knew."

Apparently he felt he understood that because he didn't say
anything.  His eyes spoke for him.  I think mine did the same.
It wasn't love--puppy love maybe--more infatuation, but it was
hot.  He had me, and he had me going, eating out of his hot hand
and heart, and for that brief, brief moment, impossibly, we
belonged to each other.

I held him.  He held me back.  The tenderness was incredible.
His eyes--each time I glanced at his beautiful eyes, they sucked
something out of mine, and his gave back something in return.

We didn't know what it was, didn't know what had happened, but we
liked it, and coming down to earth was sad, disappointing.  We
cooled gradually, fingering each others face and chest, as if
searching for the thing--the thing that had done this to us.

We stayed in silence for some minutes, cruelly awakening from the
dream-like state.  Eventually we smiled--wordlessly acknowledging
our fleeting, potent passion, knowing it had passed now, but time
itself held a promise, bright, fresh, eternal.

I kissed his shoulder, and thrilled to his mysterious grin.
Soon, we fell back to earth with a thud.

I got us some apple juice.  I had to continue where I left off.
But one thing was different--his eyes.  They had warmed
beautifully.  Permanently, I thought.

"Mmm, Michael."  I was speechless for the moment.

"That was so good!" he said exuberantly.  "But I need to come
again."

"Now?"  Oh, I'd forgotten, a minute had passed since he came.

"Well . . . yeah!"

"That's good--you'll need that passion."

"Why?"

"Trust me."

"Okay."

"Hey, lover," I said, tickling his ribs with a finger, "I bet I
could name some guys you would suck now, before you get off
again."

"Yeah?" he said, suddenly more attentive.

"Sure.  You ready?"

"Ready!"

"Tom Samson."

"Nope!"

"Alan Jacobs."

"Nope!"

"Matthew Brighton?"

"Yeah," Michael said, with guarded enthusiasm, "he's nice."  His
grin betrayed him.

"Tommy Rogers?"

"Ewww, no!"

"Ryan Dillersly."

"Maybe," he said with a grin.

"Peter Zunk."

Michael sucked a breath like I'd never seen nor heard before.

"Oh God!  I'd suck Peter!" he shouted, then got really giddy.
"Haha, Peter's peter!" and off he went, giggling like an 8-year-
old.

"Michael, look at me.  I want you to be very serious. Y--"

"Okay," he said, before I could continue.

"Look at your dick.  You're still spilling pre-cum all over
yourself.  Are you sure you'd blow Peter, instead of getting a
blow job now?"  For his size, he WAS physically advanced.

"YES!"

"Would you do it right now?"

"Now?  What do you mean?  How could I blow Peter--OH!  The GROAN!
He's HERE!"

"Smart boy."  Was he ever!

"You lied to me," he said with a forgiving smile.

"Yes, and I'm sorry."

"It's ok.  Oh, God I--Oh man!  Peter Zunk.  You're not lying NOW,
right?  I mean--"

"No, Michael, I swear."

"Wait," he said, his face suddenly more alert, "how do you know
Peter would let me?  What if--"

"Trust me, Michael, he will!"

"Okay."  There was his little-boy grin again.

"Now listen--you have to do this just right."

Boy, did I have his attention.

"Okay."

I didn't want to spoil the element of surprise, but I had no
choice--the look of Peter all sweaty and disarrayed might scare
Michael.

I explained the whole story to Michael, except for the drilling
the hole in the wall.  I told him about tying Peter up and cock-
teasing him.  I also told Michael that Peter's hair looked very
messy.  This was getting complicated.

"So, things might look a little weird when I open the door to the
spare room, but I know he'll love seeing you--especially naked--
and I bet his cock is still hard," I concluded.

"Geeeez," he said, part amazed, part apprehensive.  "Naked?"

"Yes.  Peter's naked now, too."

"Wow."

I didn't want to, but as I thought it through, I had to tell
Michael about Matt.

With two fingers, I rubbed from his knee upward in several long
strokes, each one getting closer to his pecker.  First, Michael
looked down, studying my fingers like a cat--his eyes following
quickly, precisely.  Then he gazed up at me and smiled.  I had
relaxed him a little.

"Say, Michael--about Matt Brighton--"

"What about him?"

"He's here."

"Oh my God!" Michael said in a hushed voice, both little hands
going up to his face.  There was no way Michael could hide it--he
liked Matt.  I would use this soon.

"Do you still want to do it, Michael?"

"Yeah--are you kidding?"

"One more thing.  I have a test I'm going to give Matt--"

"What kind of test?"

"You'll see.  At some point, I'm going to leave you guys by
Peter, and I'll walk real slow to the center of the room.  That's
YOUR signal to whisper to Matt to come over by me.  Okay?"

"Y-yeah, but--not sure I'll remember."

"You'll do fine.  If you forget, I can call Matt over, but it's
better if you tell him.  Just try not to let Peter hear, so we
can surprise him."

It wouldn't be a huge surprise, but Peter would be pleased.

"Oh, man!" Michael said, squeezing his dick, then looking at me,
a little panicked.

"It's okay.  Give it a little squeeze, why not?!"

I could just tell, Michael wanted to squeeze mine, so I put my
hand near his, and he got the idea.  It was nice, sitting there
relaxing, holding each other's bone.  The calm before the storm,
I thought.

"Feels nice," Matthew said, his voice drifting off.

"Yes."  I waited a few moments.  This wasn't just good, it was
very peaceful and pleasant, our unspoken exchange, enjoying the
heat of our hands and cocks.

"Just remember Peter's tied to the chair, and handcuffed, so he
won't be able to do anything, no matter what you do," I said,
starting to turn the wheels of my plan.

"What should I say?--I mean if I get--"

"Just be cool, and when you don't know what to say, tell him how
good he looks, or something nice about his body.  He'll eat that
up."

"Okay--you mean Peter, right?" Michael said, giggling again.

"Yes.  Why are you laughing?"

"That's what I do to Kevin," he said, "talk about his build an'
stuff."

"Damn, you're good."  This kid was going to be my assistant,
someday.

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In the upstairs hallway, we stood outside the spare room door.
Michael's hands shook a little.  When I put my hand on the
doorknob, he gulped.  I looked at him.

"You ready?" I whispered.

"Yeah, go for it," Michael said.

Peter was staring out the window.  I had a quick mental flash of
an old movie, where an insane guy looked out the window with the
same body posture Peter had.

We started walking in.  I put Michael slightly ahead of me, to
make sure Peter would see him first.

"Hey," I said, "look who's here."

"Yeah I know," Peter said, not quite understanding, still looking
out the window.

"No you don't.  Take a look."
Peter finally turned.

"Holy fuckin--Michael!" Peter said, eyes all over the boy, then
he looked at me.  "Shit--he's naked."

"Yeah, we all are," I said.

That made Michael giggle, but I could tell he deliberately
suppressed it--either that or he was scared.  But I guess Michael
wasn't that scared.  He walked up to Peter.

"Fuck!  You know you're fuckin cute as hell," Peter said, looking
up at the boy.  Pete's eyes shifted to mine.  "Bri--come on, I
wanna touch him.  Get me outta these cuffs, okay?"

Peter wanted to touch him!  But how?  Would it be the arm, hand,
neck thing I'd thought of earlier?  This was going to be good,
starting right now!

"It's YOUR test Peter," I said, digging the key from my pocket.
I brought the key close to the handcuffs--slowly.  "But then
that's it, Peter."

"Fuck!  Okay, forget the key!"

Poor Michael was all shaky now.  I could see his lips tremble a
bit, trying to say something.

"Wow, your muscles," Michael said, shyly touching Peter's
shoulder.  Mikey's cock was going nuts, bouncing, and his face
was trying to blush.

"You like em, huh?  My muscles?"

"Yeah," Michael said, gulping hard.  But he was brave.  He slid
his hand down Pete's ribs to his thigh, then straight to his
cock.

"Ohhh, shit, that's good!" Peter said, moaning loudly.

Michael was undaunted by the athlete's shout.  He knelt, stared
at Peter's cock, and went down on him.  Michael's full, cute lips
sliding on Peter's cock, made me want to scream for sex!

"Ah, FUCK!  Don't tease me, man--don't tease me," Peter pleaded,
as Michael's head bobbed.

I had conditioned Peter well.  Michael wasn't teasing him.
Michael also didn't stop sucking.

"Okay Mikey, stop and give Peter a rest."

"Rest?  What the fu--"

"Stand at attention again for me, Michael."

"Yes, sir."

"SIR?  What the--Hey, Mikey," Peter said gently, "you been smokin
somethin with Brian?"

"No, sir."

"Cut that shit out, Michael," Peter said with half a smile.

By this time, Michael was insane with giggling, and leaned with
his hands on Peter's thigh for balance.

"He laughs cute, too," Peter said, watching intently.

Mikey's hand slipped down Peter's sweaty thigh, and grazed the
stud's cock and balls.

"Oh, shit!  Aw, FUCK!"  The sensations were too much for the
hunky athlete.

The boy became frightened, stood up, and looked at me.

"It's okay, Michael--you made him feel good," I said.

"Fuck yeah!" Peter yelled.

Michael stepped back and shot Peter a laser beam stare.  "Don't
curse!" the boy shouted.  Man, this kid was something else!

"You heard the man," I said to Peter.  Peter was stunned.

Michael gave me his sweetest smile yet, glowing with pride that I
called him a man.  I thought his face would break.

"Finger his dick," I told Michael.  "Slide it real lightly."

I waited for Pete's reaction, and wasn't disappointed.

"What're you doin?  Givin' him torture lessons?  Ah!  Sh--, God!
Oh, f--!  Oooo, God!  F--!"

Michael was doing belly laughs over Pete's attempted restraint--
while trying to keep his finger on Peter's cock.

"Okay, give it one last lick, Michael."

"What the fu--what do you mean, 'LAST' lick?" the 18-year-old
shouted, as if his life were in danger.

"You'll see, Peter," I said, almost ignoring him.  I turned to
Michael, "Mikey, take your finger and tickle his balls while I'm
gone!"

"Brian!" Peter screamed, "You fu-- . . . you bast-- . . . God!
Come on kid!  Easy with that finger!  Sh--"

I ran to my room to check on Matt.  The guilt hit me--It was over
an hour ago when I last checked on him.  I was extremely happy to
find Matt asleep.  I woke him gently.

"Oh, man, hey Bri--Ohhh," he said, stretching, "I'm still tied."

"Yeah you are.  But your dick looks happy--it's not tied," I
said, looking at his 3/4 bone.  He'd sweat a whole bunch.
"You thirsty, Matt?  How 'bout some apple juice?"

"Yeah, sounds great!"

I ran downstairs to get my paddle, grabbed the juice and a glass,
and made a beeline for Matt.  I started to untie him right away.
He was boned.

"No, no!  I want my test!  Keep the ropes on me!"

"It's okay, Matt.  Don't worry.  I'm changing the test."

"You gonna just suck it now?" he said, raising his head up and
looking at his dick.

"No.  Something even more exciting."

"Wow.  What?"

"You met Peter.  You think he's hot?"

"Well, um . . . yeah," Matt said with the start of a blush.

"You know Michael Kinney, right?"

"Yeah."

"Think he's cute?"

"YEAH!"

"You'd mess around with him, right?"

The kid was blushing like hell.  Seemed to me he was just
embarrassed, though.

"I--um, well--I--"

"They're both naked in the next room, and Peter is tied up," I
said, probably too quickly.

"Geez!" Matt said in complete shock.

Matt's cock did a dance, bouncing in all directions.

"Would you mess around with them?"

"Yeah . . .  I guess."  Matt's eyes left mine and looked down.

"You can't guess, you gotta be sure.  Would you let him suck you,
and blow him back?"

The poor kid's face went purple.  Maybe this was too much for him
all at once, like this.

"You can practice on me," I said.  "Go for it."  That brought his
eyes back up to me.

Matt gave me a long strange look--a little fear at first, a
little passion, then he licked his lips, unaware.

"You . . . sure?" Matt said to me, almost asking permission.  I
think he was asking himself if he was sure.

"Yeah, but--it's up to YOU, Matt."

Then I looked into him.  His eyes, first confused, then pensive,
finally softened.  His smile said it all.

And sweet little 14-year-old Matthew Brighton slid his lips
halfway down my aching cock.  My whole body celebrated with
fireworks.

"Ahhhh!  Oh, Matt, Matt!  Sweet hot Matthew!"

"Mmm," he said happily, with my hard dick in his mouth.

I couldn't just end it quick.  For all I know this could be the
first blow job Matt ever gave.  I waited a minute, and praised
him the whole time.

"Okay," I said, pulling away, "that's just a sample.  I promise
you'll get more later."  Then I went down on Matt's sexy bone,
tonguing the smooth hot flesh with all my skill.

"Arrrwwhh!  Brian--yeah!"

"Easy, boy--easy!  You gotta save that.  I promise when the
moment is right, you'll come big time!"

"I--I don't know if I can wait."

"What--and fail your test?"

"No," he said with his boyish, good-natured grin.

I gave Matt details of the room, a description of Peter all
disarrayed, and a few sexual things about Michael so he would
feel less nervous walking into all that.

"Just relax.  Peter's horny, Michael's horny--we all are!"

"Okay."

Matt's big moment arrived, and I opened the spare room door.

Now the room was filled with even more delicious sights and
sounds--with both Peter and Michael in the room.  Now Matthew and
I completed the foursome.

Michael was doing a good job of making Peter moan--with his
finger-tickling of the stud's balls.  Poor Peter looked like he'd
reached his limit.  But I knew better.

Matt's eyes went nuts, standing in the doorway, scanning from
Michael to Peter.  But then Matt walked over and chose to be
close to Michael, facing him, maybe thinking that Michael had
dibs on Peter.

Michael dropped his hand away from Peter's swollen balls.

Staring lusciously at each other, only a foot apart, they gently
touched each other's cock, like this was an old-time, universal
boy greeting.

I swear I felt their hot breaths from ten feet away.

"Oh, sweet baby boys!" Peter said in a low whisper, squirming
with desire, his language nicely cleaned up now.

I just stared, knowing my cock could fire any second now.

Watching Michael and Matt, I thought they would kiss, but no.
Matt slid his hands on Michael's shoulders, then they separated.

Staring at Peter's body, Matt then looked up at Michael, as if
asking permission to touch Peter.  Nothing happened that I could
see, but Matt went ahead and played with Peter, as if Michael had
given the go-ahead somehow.

Poor Matt was shaking, but that didn't stop him from rubbing
Pete's chest, playing with his big cock and balls, and generally
molesting Peter with his gentle, child-like touch.

I couldn't wait to see Pete's reaction when he got to slip his
lips over Matthew's bone.

I pulled a table close to the hunk, for Matt to stand on.  I
lifted Matt up to the table, and he stood, looking a little
dazed.  Matt's bone was very close to Peter's lips.

Peter seemed frozen.

"Go for it, Peter!"

"I don't suck em, Brian.  Don't push me, okay?" Peter said very
softly, so as not to scare Michael, I thought.

"Okay."  But I was right!  Peter just wanted to touch him!

Matt stepped down, and I pulled the table out of the way.  I
hugged him, reassured him.  He was all right.

My eyes and Pete's were drawn to the two boys, who were busily
touching, softly sliding fingers on chests, hips, cocks, butts.
Brave little Michael gently slid a finger down Matthew's nose,
the two smiling at one another.

I finally managed to stop looking at them for a moment, and very
deliberately walked to the center of the room, coughing.

Michael whispered something to Matt.  I hoped it was the next
part of the plan that I'd discussed with Michael--that he should
whisper to Matthew.

Michael smiled at me as if he had accomplished a great thing, and
he probably had.  Sure enough, Matt walked over to me.

"Okay Matt, this is going to be a big test of your manhood now.

Peter watched, fascinated--but poked and prodded by playful
Michael, there was a constant sound of eager flesh on flesh and
not-so-hushed conversation.

I picked up the paddle, Matt still facing me.

"Turn around now Matt, just bend over, hold on to your ankles,
okay?"

"O-okay."

All of a sudden, the room was quiet.  It was eerie!  Even Matt
looked up from his bent-over position to see what was up.  When
Matt saw all eyes on him, he blushed.

"Get your head down, Matt.  Hold your ankles tight man!"

Suddenly Michael appeared, walking to Matt.  "Ill hold his
shoulders so he doesn't fall over," the little genius said,
knowing the whacks might knock Matthew off balance.

"Okay, Michael."

"Hey, no f--No fair!  Get back here," Peter yelled to Michael.

We ignored Peter.

"Ready, Matthew?"

"Yes, sir!"

WHACKKK!

"OW!"  this time I think the 'OW' was very real.  I had another
idea.

"Michael," I said, "come here."

I whispered a few things in his ear, at which be blushed, but
also nodded.  I went over them again to make sure Michael had
them right.

Matthew looked nervous, all bent over, adorable 14-year-old butt
pressed into the air, and his perfect, not-too-little cock and
balls on display from behind.

I handed the paddle to Michael.

I thought if a 13-year-old paddled Matt, he'd have to grin and
bear it, or lose whatever male pride he had.

"Matthew, are you a man?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Matthew, are you ready to prove your manhood with this strong,
virile, young man, Michael, swinging the paddle very hard and
painfully?" I said, glancing at Michael, who beamed with pride at
my compliment.

"Yes, SIR!"

All right, Matthew.  I nodded to Michael, who looked ready to hit
a home run.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

"Aw, shit," was Matthew's surprised, pained response.

I had told Michael to wait after each whack, to see if Matt would
object.  Of course, then we would stop.

WWHHHAAAAAAAACKK!

"AW!  AW! OWWwww!"

"Holy fuck!" Peter said, under his breath, cock throbbing away.

I knew the force Michael was using was just right for this.
Probably near but below the maximum Matthew could take, so I
wasn't too nervous.  I couldn't help stroking my dick a few
times--and my hand got a surprise--my pole was generously coated
with pre-cum.

After three more paddle strokes we were done.

Matthew struck a familiar pose--red-faced, hands on his knees,
panting, chest heaving for air.  This time, I didn't think Matt
was acting.  A slow grin appeared.

"I did it, I did it!" Matt said, partly triumphant, partly
amazed.

Stand at attention, Matthew.  You have proved your manhood.
Michael and I took turns congratulating him--rubbing his chest in
the process, and taking a quick hold of his dick.

"Aw, geez, you guys!" Matthew said, the pleasure of his starving
penis overwhelming the poor kid.

"Damn, you sure did do it, Matt.  That was hot--I mean, you took
it good!"

"Bend for inspection," I said to the smiling, red-faced boy with
the crimson butt.

"Yes, sir," Matt said, bending nicely.

Now Michael and I took turns again--this time, to run our fingers
firmly over the 'wounds'--basically a red glow.

"Ahhh!  Awrr!  Oooo!" Matt intoned, the redness a bit sore.
There was some exaggeration on Matt's part, I could tell.  But
that was good.  It was part of the game.

"It is official.  You have proved your manhood in the highest
test.  The man will stand."

Matthew had the widest grin, standing before us. He even took a
little bow.  I looked on admiringly at the strong, good-natured
14-year-old.  I saw only the smallest, fleeting hint of jealousy
cross Michael's face.

Michael grinned, and chuckled at Matt.

It seemed perfectly natural at the time, but as I think about it
now, it was a fantastic moment when Michael and Matthew embraced.
The hug was warm, with a hint of passion.  From the side, I saw
their dicks touching, clashing throbbing, as they held tightly,
one to the other.

"Hey--Yo!" Peter yelled, "Over here!"  Poor Peter, all tied up,
and feeling a bit left out, now that the ceremony was over.

Michael, a fervent gleam in his eye, ran to Peter.  The boy had
his, 'I'm going to have him' grin aimed at Peter--a look of
boyish fun and possessiveness on the thirteen-year-old's face.
Michael, the youngest of us all, launched our event by sliding
his eager mouth over Peter's engorged, red cock.

"OH God!  MICHAEL!" Peter yelled, as Michael's hot, squirming
mouth went to work.

"Let's do it!" I said to Matt.

"Yeah, Brian!!" he shouted.

Michael, open-mouthed, bent over the chair-bound Peter, impaled
himself repeatedly with as much of the big tool as he could take.

There was room to access Michael's dick, so I knelt on all fours,
and sucked hungrily on his 13-year-old, tender, potent erection.

"Oh, Bri, Brian, uhh!" Michael screamed, his dick pouring out
pre-cum, ready to blow right then, it seemed.

Matthew managed to get under me, and I gave him the bone I'd
promised him earlier.  "Mmmm," he said, as if devouring his first
real meal.

I rubbed Matt's back as he pleasured me, pleasured the cock that
was not going to last long.  Matthew--three years younger than my
17 years--the boy who broke the dam holding back my sexual
selfhood, the first boy under 18 I'd ever had sex with.

"Matthew!" I screamed, as days of cum were moving into firing
position with Matt's hot, hot mouth coaxing it. "Ohhh!"

Then I realized Matt's beautiful dick wasn't getting any action.
That worked out, because I was getting too close, so at my
prompting, Matt got out from under me and stood next to Michael,
who was feasting on Peter's big spear.

So now I could alternate between the two boys, while Peter had
Michael's oral pleasures all to himself.

I slipped off Michael's perfect little dick for a few, and dove
into Matthew's beautiful cock, tonguing it rapidly as I stroked
with my mouth.

Matt got close, and I switched to Michael, who then began to
tremble.  Earthquake-like tremors hit the younger boy's legs.
Matthew saw, and held the boy, as this tasty, second-of-the-day
Michael-load began to take shape, the first pre-drop of semen
forming as a warning of the flow to come.

Of course, the start Michael's orgasm affected his mouth on
Peter's cock.  It must have tightened, or thrashed about--Michael
sending shock waves into Peter's thick penis, and the hunk
screamed.

"Yaahhhhrrghhhhhhh!" we all heard, in deafening tones, as the hot
18-year-old unloaded his seed--the day-long torture of his denial
finally released in a torrent of potent semen that I was sure
blasted furiously into Michael's little mouth.

"OH, yeah, yeah!" Matthew yelled, encouraging Michael and Peter,
amazed at Peter thrashing about, his shouts deep and sensuous,
and watching Michael shake with the tense initial pleasure of his
pubescent climax, while Michael devoured Peter's luxurious
essence.

"Yeah! Oh, God!  Fffff--Michael!" Peter yelled.

Michael, mouth stretched to its limit, began to fumble, and his
eyes widened immensely, as Peter's cum spewed out from the boy's
lips--still under pressure from the torrid jet sprays Peter
ejaculated into Michael.

But 'Michael the boy' started to choke.  Peter's load was too
much, too powerful for him.

"Pull off it, Michael, it's okay!"

"Michael obeyed, holding Pete's weapon upright now--Peter's
naked cock shooting white steams many feet up into the air.

Michael's grin betrayed him, and it was cock-hardening to see the
erotic sight of this boy, stance faltering with the start of his
powerful young orgasm--Michael's hands holding Peter's immense
weapon, now somewhat comically waved by the boy, who delighted to
the swaying eruption of semen parading back and forth, creating
an upward shower of Peter's cum in all directions, until the pair
of them were drenched with the stuff--in their hair, everywhere--
as Michael himself shivered in the first grip of sensual bliss.

Peter's orgasm alternated with Michael's, as 'Michael the boy'
shouted and shot his youthful powerful rapture into my mouth,
with Peter's cum-blasting cock in his little hands.

It was so arousing to see and feel, I thought I'd come if I
touched my cock.  Michael was coming, Peter kept coming.

It was a little funny too, seeing Michael swing the cock back and
forth, shout with each pulse of his hot little cock, playing with
Peter's dick while it still shot--making cum fly everywhere--
mostly on Peter and Michael.

Yet, Michael was screaming and coming himself, coating my mouth
again with his warm liquid boyhood.

My mouth feasted on Michael's other tremors, the hot, sensual
throbs of Michael's penis--the aftershocks of the sweet, ravenous
boy that had kissed and touched me so deeply.

In time, the tremors faded, and I patted Michael on the buttocks,
before sliding off his still-eager erection.

I switched my mouth to Matthew's aching boner, once I steadied
the jumping thing--aroused all the more from the sight of the
exquisite boy making oral love to 18-year-old Peter the hunk.

My mouth found Matt's tremors profoundly strong and deep,
pulsating slowly, joltingly, as my mouth tried to take in the
myriad sweet sensations all at once.

"Ohhh!"  "Yeah, uhhm!" Peter and Michael groaned, in the throes
of recovery from the fiery agitation of moments ago.

Michael resumed his wonderful care of my penis, as I made love to
sweet Matthew's hot prod.  And hot it was.

"Oh, oh--Yeah, Michael," I shouted, slipping my mouth off and on
Matthew in order to speak, my cock quivering now with Michael's
oral attentions--the sensations contrasting with my hot mouthful
of beautiful Matthew.

"AH!" Matt screamed, the throbbing of his delicious dick reaching
another peak as my tongue felt its power.  "Oh, oh, God, BRIAN!"
Matt yelled.  Matt was very close, and his powerful cock made
mammoth, desperate preparations.

Then I came.  It hit suddenly, and Michael got his second load of
the day.  First Peter's then mine.  And the boy devoured it all,
this time, moaning his delight, as my ecstasy pierced my being--
spraying the last of my fluids into Michael as Matthew hugged me
tenderly from above.

"Oh, Michael, YES!  AHHH!"

"UHH!  Oh, YEAH! Brian!" Matt shouted, loving what I did to his
hot bone.  Then his tremors began anew.  First his legs gave way
and he leaned against the wall, desperate for balance as his cock
began to unload.  Michael lent a hand to steady the convulsing
14-year-old.

"Yeah, Matthew, yeah," Michael said sweetly, sending little
erotic messages to Matthew as the boy whispered in Matt's ear.
This, combined with my tight lips and hot tongue on Matthew's
penis, sent mountainous waves of tremors anew through Matthew's
newly adolescent body.

And little Matthew came--shooting and spasming his more
voluminous hot load, propelling five powerful jets squirting
hurriedly across my tongue in their journey to my throat.  I
delighted in swallowing Matt's sweet nectar--his body unsteady,
hands on my shoulders slipping and sliding as he heaved in his
potent hot after-climax.

"Holy HOT FUCKIN SHIT!" Peter screamed at his voluptuous re-
arousal at the sensory sight he took in.

Michael ran for the paddle and returned, waving it threateningly
at Peter.

"Oh, God, Brian," Matthew said, half-collapsed as he tongued my
mouth with his hot kiss.

Poor Peter, still well restrained, could only thrash his head
about and vibrate his chair as he squirmed fitfully with renewed
erotic sensations.

Michael dropped the useless paddle and came slithering behind me,
his perpetual erection unwittingly worming its lusty way to my
back entrance, its fiery tip throbbing frantically there.

"Oooo," Michael said, quivering and cooing with desire, "I know
what *I* wanna do."

Then I remembered.  Michael never got his manhood test.

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STEVE STORYMAN'S STORIES AT:  www.nifty.org
(Approximate Age Ranges represent current AND FUTURE characters)

1. hot-little-brother-series  8 CHAPTERS SO FAR
   Nifty Incest/Athletics
      A slim 18 y/o athlete wants his 16 y/o brother; caring;
      some football & locker room fun; no long game-scenes.
      Kevin & Josh.  (Ages 15-22)

2. i-wanted-my-big-brother  3 CHAPTERS SO FAR
   Nifty Incest
      A hot 15 y/o admires and pursues his brother--a sexy,
      17 y/o high-school quarterback; caring; no sports scenes.
      Chad and Adam.  (Ages 15-19)

3. hot-teen-brian   4 CHAPTERS SO FAR
   Nifty Adult-Youth
      A cute, smooth 17 y/o and some of his older friends
      discover a liking for younger guys; all consensual;
      Goes deep into Brian's thoughts.
      Brian, Peter, Matt & friends.
      (Ages 10-29; Most action: 13 to 19)

4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school  2 CHAPTERS SO FAR
   Nifty Adult-Youth
      Students trained for mutual sex; some spank,
      paddling, etc.; no cruelty; some orgasm-delay teasing;
      individual and classroom/group punishment scenes;
      all consensual; group and couple's sexual scenes;
      Teachers and supervisors regulate all.
      (Ages 13-35;  Most action: ages 13-25)

stevestoryman@yahoo.com  (text only)